[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

"No." Zemo said, "I have recorded almost all the medicines in the base, but I don't know their efficacy. There are nearly seventy kinds of medicines in the laboratory and storage room, and I have excluded the records in this base. You can check out the potions that are completely non-threatening to human beings in here-if you are worried, you can check it again." With that, Zemo handed a tablet computer to Spider-Man, "You take this first, it stores the current All the Hydra information I have found so far. There are also the files of Elizabeth Holz and her husband, by the way, have you completed the task I gave you?"

Spider-Man took the tablet, was stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood - "I went to that bar, the bartender has changed."

Zemo nodded unsurprised: "Understood, there is one more situation you need to know. Elizabeth Holtz has started to acquire this concert hall. We must speed up our actions."

Spider-Man nodded, and then, as if thinking of something, he asked Zemo, "I've been thinking—maybe we can tell the Avengers about this and let them handle it better."

"I'm still wondering when you'll ask that question." Zemo wasn't surprised. "The Avengers are busy, Spider-Man, they're not going to waste resources on a wild guess. I know you trust me, but tell me, Spider-Man, what evidence can we come up with now that this conspiracy is really exist?"

Spider-Man shook his head: "No, but just in case, why didn't they check it out."

"They are busy saving the world and solving the immediate crisis. Conspiracies that have not even revealed their signs are not within their consideration." Zemo said, his tone was too absolute, which aroused Spider-Man's dissatisfaction.

"Why are you so sure?" Spider-Man asked.

"Because I've studied them, tracked them—and imagined how to split them." Zemo laughed at himself as he recalled the past.

"No—don't you just hate Hydra?" Spider-Man's disbelieving tone made Zemo want to satirize him, but Zemo didn't do it.

He took a deep breath: "I'm from Sokovia, and I gave up hating now, but it doesn't mean I always have. I used to want revenge on those superheroes too - don't ask me why - but then I Changed my mind, but I did study them, I tracked them, and I know their behavior patterns. If this answer doesn't satisfy you, you can come up with a reasonable answer yourself."

Spider-Man stopped talking, and he didn't speak until a long time later when Zemo was about to lead him to the third floor. "So you want to find out the evidence first?"

"It makes no difference to me to find clear evidence and let the Avengers solve it, or to stop their conspiracy directly. I'm not good at this." Zemo frowned, "I must leave after this matter is over New York, what an unlucky place."

"You don't like New York," Spider-Man said.

"Yeah," Zemo said, "because every time I come to New York, nothing good happens."

"Then, is it possible for you to stay in New York in the future?" Spider-Man asked, and Zemo felt weak for a while, and here, again, why did he meet a partner who likes to ask questions and is quite nosy.

"I've said it countless times, Spider-Man, I'm hunting down the remnants of Hydra all over the world, all over the world!" Zemo gritted his teeth, "Let's make it clear again, we're just temporary partners , if you ask me any extra questions, I won't say another word."

"I just want to be your friend—"

"If you want to find friends who can save the world with you, find other superheroes, and you will always meet them in the future." Zemo ended the conversation stiffly.

Then it was business time. Spider-Man checked in Hydra's base and asked him some questions from time to time. By the time they finished introducing the first three floors, it was already eleven o'clock in the evening.

"Where shall we meet next time?" Zemo's tone had softened again, and the time just now was enough for him to calm down his impatience and anger.

"We can make a phone call," Spider-Man said, "Please remember my mobile phone number."

Zemo glanced at the mobile phone number he had just written down: "Because I am afraid that I will find out my identity, so you use the number of the old mobile phone?" The order of the number is obviously registered more than ten years ago.At that time, the Spider-Man in front of him was probably a little boy with missing teeth.

"It's all guessed by you." Spider-Man said, his tone became full again. "In order to keep my identity secret, I don't want my normal life to be affected."

Zemo suddenly remembered, yes, Spider-Man still has an ordinary life. In reality, he is still an ordinary student with family and friends, and superhero is just a part-time job.This is completely different from himself. For him, normal life is like an unimportant part-time job.

"And those potions, I will try to study those suspicious liquids." Spider-Man said, "Our company has a laboratory, I can borrow it."

"Can your professor help?" Zemo asked.Spider-Man immediately asked strangely: "What professor?"

"It's nothing, I remembered wrongly, I thought you were a college student." Zemo said seemingly casually, "Then you can come in and take samples by yourself, if I find anything, I will contact you, and I will send you a message, which is My phone number." Zemo said, "Goodbye."

They're already outside the concert hall, and Zemo's next plan is to go home individually.

"Goodbye." Spider-Man said, but he didn't want to leave.

"Do you have any questions?" Zemo asked.

"Have you ever had a crush?" Spider-Man asked.

Zemo stared at him, silent for a long time, "It's not important." He said, the same answer as last time.

When Spider-Man asked him this question before, Zemo didn't think too much about it, thinking it was just a joke about excess hormone secretion, but now he suddenly realized that Spider-Man's unusual concern for him might be Out of a secret feeling.

Spiderman is gay?This question made him feel absurd. Although Spider-Man asked many questions, his understanding of him was still only one-sided, and there was no basis for developing a relationship between him and Spider-Man.But apart from this explanation, he can't think of a reason why Spider-Man is so nosy and pays special attention to his love life in almost every meeting.

Back at his home, he stuck another post-it next to the picture of Spider-Man behind the black board.

Like Helmut Zemo (probably)

Then, he added "probably not a college student" on the post-it note that said "student".

The photos of Spiderman from various angles on the wall have covered the rest of the photos of superheroes, occupying nearly half of the board, he frowned, looking at everything he collected about Spiderman again from a distance.

Young, simple, student, like Helmut Zemo.

The author has something to say: emmmmm... Let me think about how I can reasonably explain that Zemo doesn't like the little spider asking him about himself, and he will get angry if he asks him. Follow the feeling, and write it later round logic.

...how do I feel like I'm dying?

I only cared about Peter's warm boy setting, and almost forgot that he was a genius, so I had to fix it quickly.

It’s not about catching bugs, it’s about seeing a little angel saying that there is no author who has something to say about loneliness, so I thought about posting something to share.

After reading the article of Zhu An, who is said to be Tang Qi’s trumpet, I suddenly remembered that I was 13 years old when I entered the Internet literary circle, and I wrote about Fu Jian Murong Chong’s colleagues (the article has been closed) and Dong Zhuo’s colleagues when I was 15 years old (the article will be closed soon) ), the sentences are messed up, the emotional lines are messed up, and the plot is so bad that there is nothing to say, so I can only say that the burden is not bad, emmmmm... Black history is just a matter of looking at it yourself.

In fact, I feel that I have been practicing my writing since I was 13 years old and shaping my three views. Well, I will be a woman who will write masterpieces handed down from generation to generation in the future. God's tombstone storm despises his own bad writing and bad writing style).